“Well then Misha.”

I turn round by the altar and Misha walks over to me.

“Are you going to tell me?”

She quietly watches me.

“…….About Sasha……?”

“About you.”

Misha falls into her usual deadpan silence when I say that.

“……..Want to know……?”

“Because you’re my friend.”

Misha looks down slightly.

“You don’t want to say?”

Misha shakes her head.

“Want to say.”

“You change your mind?”

*Kokuri* Misha nods.

“……..Arnos is my friend. Is kind…..”

“I see.”

“……Nn…….”

Misha looked at me with her usual eyes devoid of feelings.

“……..At midnight on my 15th birthday, I’ll disappear……..”

She delivered her confession in an indifferent tone.

“This related to you being a magic doll?”

It’s not a particularly surprising story from a technique like this.

“Magic doll is not correct.”

Was it a metaphor then?

“Misha Necron does not exist.”

Fumu. I see. Was it such a thing?

I can see most of the circumstances now going by what I’ve heard so far.

“In other words, you are originally Sasha?”

When I said it Misha blinked at me in surprise.

“…….How can you know that…….?”

“It’s almost impossible to cancel any contract made by Contract unless the difference in magic power is enormous. Yours and Sasha’s magic power levels are very similar yet she cancelled the contract.”

One of the few methods did come to mind.

“However, if you and Sasha are the same person then only one of you needs to cancel it since in effect you signed the contract with just one person.”

“……Arnos is smart…….”

It’s not something worthy of being praised. I guess the people of this time don’t know that there is magic to split a person into two people.

“It’s similar to a magic called Soul Fission . The body and soul are divided but they gradually return to their single original form.”

Misha nods.

“I’m a simulated personality created by magic. I don’t originally exist. I’ll return to Sasha on my 15th birthday. That’s why that girl called me a magic doll.”

Because she’s a temporary life she’s a magic doll huh?

That explains the same magic power and why Misha is in white clothes despite the fact she has the same blood. They always knew she’d disappear.

“Is this the work of Aivis Necron?”

Misha is surprised again.

Looks like I’m right.

“……How…..?”

“Soul Fission is not a simple magic. In this age, it has really limited use. Also, the success rate dramatically drops if it’s not cast on a fetus. You carry Aivis’ blood. It’s not a big leap to suspect him.”

And he has a reason.

“ and fusion magic together have a purpose. Fusion magic can fuse together two magics but it has a flaw due to it’s limited fusion time.”

Even the fusion magic I improved still has a limited duration.

“However, it’s a different story if you originally divide one thing into two. Using the power of Misha and Sasha who will return to one person Aivis came up with a way of eliminating the duration defect of fusion magic.”

Use to divide then use fusion magic to amplify the magic power. The original magic power will increase many tens if not hundreds of times and because it was originally the same thing it will permanently fuse together and never separate again.

I must admit even I find it quite an absurd thing to do. The complexity of the method, the difficulty of the magic and the risk to Sasha are all enormous.

Even if she survived the fusion could her body withstand the power? Even if it did, would her mind survive?

Well, even if Aivis is rotting he’s still a mazoku I produced directly. It will probably be fine.

“There are other possibilities I thought about but how’d I do?”

Misha nods. Guess I was right after all.

“Separation Fusion Reincarnation ”

“That the magic cast on Sasha?”

Misha nods again.

It’s a magic made by combining fusion magic and . It must have been developed to produce a stronger mazoku. This is probably the reason that he started studying fusion magic.

“That’s why you said we can’t meet on your birthday.”

Misha nods.

“…..I’m sorry…..”

“Why are you apologising?”

“…..I was silent……”

“Don’t worry about it. When you want to say something you should just say it.”

Misha looked down and muttered.

“I wanted to spend the time normally.” She says while raising her gaze to meet mine before continuing.

“Since I was born my fate was decided. I’ll disappear and only Sasha will remain. Even so, those 15 years would be pretty good I thought.”

Even compared to the short lives of humans her life is too short. For mazoku it’s a life so short it will be an instant.

“With only that much time I wanted memories but no mazoku would talk to me. Half a Necron. I’m not supposed to exist. Even in the school, it was the same.”

Fumu. Certainly, I’ve never seen Misha talking to another mazoku. Even Emilia will only do businesslike exchanges.

“I thought so.”

Misha’s eyes are strong and stare straight at me.

“Arnos spoke to me and became my friend. You took me to your house and your parents happily spoke to me.”

Misha laughs.

It was trivial but Misha cherishes those memories so much.

“A miracle happened in my life.”

A girl I spoke to on a whim considers it a miracle. What kind of past have you walked until now? It’s easy to imagine.

This age is certainly peaceful but it’s still not without tragedies.

“Arnos.”

Misha calls me.

“Thank you for calling my name. I was happy.”